Date: Thu, 22 Mar 2012 16:30:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: Cosmic Charlie
Subject: Basketball Jock and Prof Part 6
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Basketball Jock and Prof, Part 5
Cosmic Charlie
Thanks for all the emails guys. As always, if you've got any ideas, I'd
love to hear of them. Many of the twists, turns, plunges, thrusts, and
poundings this story has taken were inspired by reader emails -
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Last time: The Prof and Mike went to the gym at the athletics center on
campus and tag-teamed a bottom named Logan in the steam-room. After fucking
the Prof in the showers, Mike returned to the Prof's house and spent the
night with him.
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When I woke up the next morning, Mike was not in the bed with me. My heart
immediately sank. I jumped out of bed, threw on some boxers, and walked out
into my kitchen. Mike was sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee in his
hand. He was fully dressed. When he saw me, he stood up.
"I didn't want to just take off, but I gotta get going." he said.
"You can hang out here today if you want," I told him, hoping he would
stay.
"I've got to his the gym, then go to practice and do school stuff. Last
night was amazing. Thanks for that," he said.
"Anytime," I replied.
Mike walked over to me and grabbed my butt cheek through my boxers. "You
know I'll take you up on that," he said. Then he turned for the door and
left my house.
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I didn't hear from Mike for over a week. I was going kind of crazy on the
inside, but knew better than to try to get in touch with Mike. I wasn't
above begging for his cock, but I was in a weird place emotionally and
didn't want to pull him into my head space. The NCAA tournament was weeks
away, and Mike needed to focus on basketball.
A week and a half later, I got an invitation via campus mail to come to the
team's watch party as the NCAA tournament seedings were announced on
Selection Sunday. One of my colleagues saw the invite and literally turned
green with envy.
"You got invited to the team's watch party? Jesus, who'd you have to fuck
to get that?" We laughed together at his joke. I didn't tell him that it
wasn't so much a matter of fucking as getting fucked.
"I got a plus one. You wanna come?" I asked.
Dr. Stevens gushed with enthusiasm and thanked me profusely for the invite.
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The following Sunday, I picked up Stevens and drove to the bar where the
team was watching the coverage on ESPN. There were a ton of people
there. The whole team, coaches and their families, and a crowd of guests
had assembled to see how high the team would be seeded in the
tournament. Most of the other people their were the players' families and
their friends from on campus. So far as I could tell, we were the only
faculty members in the joint.
As I glanced around the room, I caught the basketball coach's eye. He
walked over to me. "Professor, I'm glad you could make it."
I thanked him for the invite.
"Mike tells me that your private tutoring kept him eligible last
quarter. Jordan and James said you helped them out too," he patted me on
the back, then said, "You know, we need more faculty members like you."
We chatted back and forth for a while, then Stevens and I took a seat at a
table in the middle of the room. Various players who we had taught came up
to our table to say hi. Then, finally, Mike came over.
"Hey, Dr. G." Mike called as he walked over to me. He immediately put his
arm around my shoulder.
"Uh, Dr. Stevens, this is Mike. One of the team's stars." I said.
Stevens reached out his hand to shake Mike's. Mike shook his hand and then
sat down at our table in a seat close to me. Stevens and Mike started to
talk about the team's season.
While they were talking, Mike reached moved his hand underneath the
table. He was leaning in over me in order to talk to Stevens in the noisy
event hall. I could smell his cologne as he leaned in. Mike had primped a
little for the event. He was wearing a suit that fit his large frame
perfectly. The cut of the jacket emphasized the v-shape of his torso and
the strength of his upper body. His hair was combed down, and he had a
pleasant, earthy smell to him.
Suddenly, I felt his hand on the inside of my thigh. I jumped a little as
he rubbed my leg. I made eye contact with him, and he flashed me a quick
smile. Slowly, his hand moved up my thigh and into my crotch. Mike pawed at
my junk while he continued to chat up my colleague. He never missed a
beat. My dick got hard and snaked down my pants leg. I did everything I
could to remain composed and pretend like nothing was happening, but Mike
had me hard and was rubbing my cock in just the right way. If he kept going
much longer, I would blow a load in my khakis.
I shot him a panicked look and Mike pulled his hand away before I messed
myself. He said goodbye to both of us and went back to sit with the team as
the main coverage began on TV. After I finished my drink, I got up to go to
the bathroom.
As I stood at the urinal taking a piss, I heard the door open behind
me. Before I had a chance to think there was a hand on the back of my
shirt, which pulled me, almost violently, away from the wall. My piss
splashed on the floor before I could cut off the flow.
"I'm really horny." Mike growled as he pulled me toward the stall. "I
haven't gotten off all week." Though he was being aggressive, I could tell
by his smile that he was having fun with me.
Mike was pulling me through the bathroom by the back of my collar. I tried
my best to tell him this was a bad idea, but all I could do was gasp his
name.
He opened the door to the stall, pushed me down on the toilet seat, and
locked the door behind him.
When Mike turned around, his crotch was inches from my face. Once again, I
found myself being forced to look up at my stud. He looked handsome as hell
in his shirt and tie. Mike had the kind of body that menswear is made to
fit, and at that moment he looked more like a model than a basketball
player.
I glanced at his cock and breathed in heavily. His cologne was strong
enough to have filled the stall, and the scent was putting me into a kind
of trance.
"This is a bad idea, Mike. There are a lot of people out there." I said. I
was looking down at the floor, trying to avoid eye contact.
Mike started to massage the back of my neck, kneading the flesh with his
strong hands. When a man massages my neck, I'll do almost anything he
asks. Mike, of course, knew all of my weaknesses by now, and it was only a
matter of time before I gave in.
"Just pick up your feet if someone comes in." he said.
I sighed, "Mike . . . this is a bad idea." The hand on the back of my neck
was slowly pulling me into his body. I was still resisting, but only a
little.
With his free hand, Mike grabbed at his junk. His huge cock pulled at the
fabric of his dress pants. "Is this ever a bad idea, Prof."
I looked at his cock, then looked up into his blue eyes. His hand was still
on the back of my head, lulling me into submission. I gave up and groaned,
"No" and fell into the fabric covering his crotch.
I pushed my face up underneath his cock and dug into his balls, inhaling
deeply as I went. Mike was wearing clean clothes and he had showered before
the selection party. I couldn't smell much, but just breathing in air that
had touched his junk got me hard. I nuzzled in deeper, pushing my face
against his balls. His hard cock was pressed against my forehead. I wanted
to lick his dick through the fabric, but knew that the resulting wet spot
would be hard to explain to the crowd outside.
"That's a good cock slut," Mike chuckled as he ground into my face. His big
hands came down and pushed my head away as he unzipped his fly. As soon as
his pants were open, he pushed back into me. "Chew on my cock, Prof."
Mike was wearing black boxer briefs which were stretched obscenely by his
thick, hard dick. I playfully bit down on his cock through the
fabric. There was a wet spot where the head of his dick was, and I started
to suck the precum out of the fabric. Mike was gushing, a sure sign we was
ready to blow a load.
I love sucking on a dick through a good pair of underwear, but after a few
minutes I was dying to get my mouth on the real thing. The layer of fabric
between my mouth and Mike's dick was frustrating and made me progressively
hornier. Before I knew it, my mouth was watering as I thought of licking
his crotch, sucking on his foreskin, and eating his cum. I was like a dog
drooling for a bone.
Mike simultaneously stepped back and pushed my head away from him. I looked
up at him. He was still fully clothed, but he had loosened his tie and
unbuttoned his top button. Something about the suit made him look more
masculine. He looked powerful and domineering.
"You want to suck my cock and eat my load, Prof.?" Mike asked, all the
while taunting me by sticking his fingers in my mouth.
I sucked down hard on one of his fingers, then said, "Please let me suck
you off, Mike."
Mike pulled down the waistband of his briefs and his cock sprung up. His
foreskin was still covering most of his shiny head, and precum was oozing
out of his piss slit.
"Kiss it." Mike said.
I leaned forward and kissed the head of his cock. I tried my best to get
his cock slime on my lips, but only got a little bit of a taste. I
swallowed and looked back up at him.
"Suck on my cock head." Mike growled as he shoved his dick toward me.
The head of his dick slipped past my lips and went into my mouth. I began
to suck hard while running my tongue around his tip. I cleaned up all the
precum I could find, then focused on just trying to make him happy. Mike
groaned loudly as I ran my tongue around the head of his dick. He pulled
his cock out of my mouth and began to smack my face with it. The combined
sound of his dick hitting my face and his groans reminded me that we were
in a public bathroom. My colleagues and his teammates were only a few dozen
feet away.
My cock was hard in my pants. I was hoping that any ooze I produced
wouldn't leak through my khakis. I kept on licking Mike's crotch and
figured that I would get a chance to jerk off later.
Mike continued to move his spit covered cock across my face, lightly
smacking me and then dragging the head over my nose and cheeks. His precum
and my spit were now covering my face.
"Lick my balls for a minute, Prof." Mike commanded as he lifted his dick. I
took one of his two huge balls into my mouth. Mike had the largest, lowest
hanging balls I'd ever been allowed to service. They hung down four or five
inches below his crotch when his sac was loose. I sucked on one nut and
then the other, the whole time inhaling his scent. Usually he smelled like
a mixture of sweat and a little body odor, but this time he smelled clean
and almost pure. It reminded me of the first time he let me see his dick in
my office several months ago.
As I dug into his sack with my mouth, Mike started to groan. He was jerking
his dick and leaning against the door of the bathroom stall. As he jerked
and moved his crotch against my face, the door to the stall rattled. If
anyone came in, they would know what was going on.
"I'm gonna cum." Mike moaned as he pulled me by my hair to the head of his
dick. "Open up."
I opened my mouth and engulfed the head of his dick. I ran my tongue around
his knob until I felt his dick swell in my mouth. His cum poured out over
my tongue. Spurt after spurt of thick, almost chunky man juice filled my
mouth. I savored Mike's flavor before swallowing.
"You like?" Mike asked.
I just nodded in reply.
"We should get back out there." Mike said as he tucked his dick back into
his pants. "I'll leave the bathroom first. You follow in a few minutes."
I didn't have it in me to tell Mike that this was the oldest trick in the
book. I didn't care either. I had one of his loads in my belly and my face
reeked of genitals and sex. I used the few minutes to clean up before
wandering back out into the main room.
Stevens was at our table chatting with an administrator. When I got back he
asked, "Where you been?"
"On the phone," I replied as I sat down in the seat farthest away from
him. After sucking his dick and rummaging around in Mike's crotch with my
face, I felt like anyone with a nose would be able to smell the scent of
sex on me. It probably wasn't that bad, but I didn't want to risk it.
We continued to talk until the team's seed was announced. The basketball
players were named a fifth seed. It was a really good placement, especially
for a school our size, but they were a little disappointed. The local
newspaper had predicted that they would be a fourth seed. Still, after the
initial shock wore off everyone was happy and the beer and wine started to
flow. The players weren't drinking, but the invited guests (mainly
boosters) were getting a little liquored up.
After an hour or so, Mike walked by my table and made eye contact with
me. I could tell that he wanted something, but I'm not a mind reader so I
didn't understand. I kept my eyes on him as e walked through the room and
into the bathroom. As he opened the door he looked back toward me and
grinned. 'Ok' I thought, 'so that's what he wants.'
I excused myself from the table and walked into the bathroom. Mike was
standing by the sinks.
"I knew you'd come." he said. His hand was massaging his half-hard dick
through his pants. "You can never get enough of my dick, can you?"
I glanced under the stalls to see if there was anyone else in the
restroom. There wasn't. "No." I said, "I want it all the time."
"Let's fuck in here." Mike said.
"Mike," I pleaded, "we could get caught."
"That's what makes it exciting." he said. He pulled me by my necktie into
one of the stalls. I had seen women pull on their guy's ties before, but no
one had ever done it to me. It made me feel like I was wearing a collar and
getting pulled by a leash.
Mike maneuvered me back onto the toilet so that his crotch was in my face,
just like before.
I opened his fly and took his dick into my mouth. We didn't have much time,
and I wanted his dick in my ass sooner rather than later. Mike was more
physical this time and kept running his hands through my hair and along the
sides of my head, gently fucking my skull with his dick.
The position I was in made deep-throating his dick pretty much impossible
but I tried anyway. I could get about three quarters of his cock in my
mouth before my gag reflex took over and I coughed him back up. I did this
three or four times before I heard the door swing open.
"Yo, Mike, you in here?"
I picked up my feet in a flash. Mike reacted, however, by burying his dick
deep in my mouth. Panicked, I looked up at him, and he realized that he'd
made a mistake.
"Yeah, I'm in here," Mike called out as he tried to ease his dick out of my
throat.
"What're you doing?" the guy asked.
"What the fuck do you think?" Mike said.
I was choking on his dick and couldn't hold it in my mouth anymore. I
gagged and pulled off his dick, coughing and making noise the whole way
off. It sounded like a scene from a porno.
"Shit man, you got a chick in there?" the guy asked.
"Not exactly." Mike said.
The door to the stall started to jiggle. "C'mon man, let me in. I haven't
gotten a blow-job in a couple of weeks."
"You sure?" Mike asked.
"Dude, let me at that." he said.
Mike turned around and opened the door.
Behind the door was a huge, Latin, jock named Justin Nunez. He was an
amazingly good-looking guy, kind of a pretty boy, but totally hot. The
women on campus had websites devoted to him that featured shots of him on
and off the court. He was one of the most sought after men on
campus. Today, his black hair was gelled and spiky in a way that
accentuated his Latin features.
His eyes widened as he looked at me sitting on the toilet. Mike's hard dick
was inches from my mouth and dripping. My eyes were watering and there was
cock slime running down my chin.
Before Nunez could say anything, Mike said in a low husky voice, "This guy
sucks cock better than any chick you'll ever find Nunez."
"Dude, I don't think I'm into this. I'll leave you two be." he said.
"You sure? If you feed him your cock, you'll never regret it." Mike said.
Nunez hesitated. He looked perplexed, like he was completely unsure what to
do. "He's that good?" he asked.
"He's that good." Mike said. "Let him take care of your cock."
Mike backed away from me and slid the door shut. His own cock was still
hard and dripping precum. Nunez stood in front of me like a statue. I
wanted to reach out and open his fly, but I knew that if I went for it, he
would freak out and leave. Slowly, after about thirty seconds, he reached
down and unzipped his fly. As he pulled down the waistband of his boxers, I
caught a glimpse of his flaccid junk.
His cock and balls were impressive. They looked pretty average in size for
a guy with his build. I guessed his cock would be around seven inches
hard. His pubes were trimmed and dark. He had beautiful, tan skin.
Mike brought his hand to the back of my head and started to push me
forward. As I got close the moist air from Nunez's crotch hit my
face. Nunez had not pampered himself as Mike had. His crotch smelled musky
and spicy. I took his soft cock into my mouth and started to nurse on
it. Slowly, it grew in my mouth. Completely hard it was a little over seven
inches, but stood absolutely straight up. It was actually hard to pull it
down from his stomach.
Nunez was standing there straight as a board. He was nervous, I could tell,
but he was also enjoying my mouth on his dick. "Suck it bitch." he
whispered.
"Tell him what you want him to do, and he'll do it." Mike said. "He's not
some bitch that's gonna start crying."
"Take it all." Nunez told me.
I sucked his cock into my mouth and took as much of it into my throat as I
could. Sitting up was not conducive to deep throating, so I stopped about
an inch short of the base of his cock.
"Take it all." Nunez said more forcefully. "I don't care if you choke."
I started to make a better effort, but before I could really try, Mike
pushed me into Nunez' crotch. My nose was firmly planted in his pubes, and
I started to gag on his cock.
"Don't embarrass me, Prof." Mike growled. Then he turned away from me and
said. "Nunez, if you want to fuck his face you need to take control."
Nunez's hands came down onto the side of my head, and he shoved his cock
deep into my mouth. It was like a switch flipped in his head. He had been
gentle and nervous before, but now he started to fuck my mouth like it was
a pussy. I didn't have a chance to exercise any of my cock sucking skills
on him, he just turned my mouth into a hole and fucked it.
As I was gagging on the Latin cock, Mike egged me on, saying, "C'mon
Prof. Make him cum." I could see him working his own cock out of the corner
of my eye.
About a minute into the oral assault, Nunez started to cum in my mouth. I
choked on the first blast and pulled up off of his cock. His cum filled my
mouth. I eagerly ate it all, doing my best to keep sucking him while he
orgasmed.
After his cock stopped pulsing, Nunez pulled his dick out of my mouth. He
wiped it against the side of my face. His face fucking had wrecked me. My
eyes were watering, cum and whatever else had come out of my nose while I
choked, and I had spit and slime all over my chin and now my cheeks.
"That was amazing." he said as he caught his breath. He zipped up his pants
and turned to leave the stall. "Thanks Mike."
"No problem." Mike said. Nunez didn't even bother to acknowledge me. "Hey,
if anyone asks tell them I went outside to talk to my folks. I don't want
to be interrupted again."
Nunez nodded then left the stall. I heard him leave the bathroom. Mike
looked down at me, then left the stall to get some paper towels. He came
back in and started to clean up my face.
"Fuck, Prof." He said, "You look like a total whore."
He continued to wipe my face. There was something almost loving about
it. The whole time his cock continued to bounce in front of his body.
"Sorry I had to whore you out to Nunez." Mike said. "It was the only way to
keep him from freaking out."
"That was a little intense." I said.
"Straight thugs don't know how to treat a cock sucker, that's why he can't
get chicks to suck his dick." Mike joked and I laughed with him.
"Your ass still open for business?" Mike asked.
My ass lips twitched at the suggestion. "Fuck yeah." I said.
I stood up and turned around. Mike bent me over in the stall so that I was
pressed against the wall above the toilet. He yanked my pants down and
pushed the tails of my dress-shirt up my back.
Mike spit on his hand and rubbed the saliva onto his dick before drooling
on my asshole a little. I felt the head of his cock pressing against my
rosebud, and I bit down on my lower lip to keep myself from making too loud
of a noise as he penetrated me. His dick slid into my ass slowly, inch by
inch, until I felt his wiry pubes against my crack and his huge balls swung
up against mine.
Mike rubbed his hands across my chest, working his way as far up inside my
dress shirt as he could. The whole scene was a little comical, and I wished
that I could be a fly on the wall watching us - two guys, both with their
pants around their ankles humping like animals in a bathroom stall.
Mike pulled my body up against his so that I was almost standing. I would
have fell over but he used his arms to stabilize me. I put my hands up
against the wall in front of me and straddled the toilet. Mike's cock was
deep in my ass, throbbing and moving around, as he tried to get himself
into a decent position. My own cock was hard and pressed up against my
stomach. I'm old enough that that rarely happens now, but after blowing
Mike and then Nunez, I was ready to shot my load at the drop of a hat.
Mike grabbed on to me and started to fuck my ass. He was slow at first but
quickly picked up the pace. He didn't want to get interrupted again. His
thrusts were deep and hard. I couldn't help grunting a little as he
bottomed out in my ass.
While he was drilling my hole, Mike moved one of his hands down and started
to jerk me off. Mike had a really rough, almost violent way of jerking me
off. I assume he was this way when he pulled on his own dick as well. He
gripped onto my dick hard and then pulled and twisted it. I was so hot, so
full of cock, that I was really on the edge of cumming. Judging from the
way he was panting, Mike was ready to shoot too.
Suddenly Mike brought his whole body down onto mine and started humping me
like a dog. His thrusts were short and forceful. He wheezed and almost
whined as he started to cum inside of me. The thought of Mike's DNA
flooding my bowels combined with his manhandling of my dick was enough to
get me off. I shot my own load onto the floor and the toilet seat. My
orgasm was intense, and both Mike and I got pretty loud as we blew our
loads.
After he was finished, Mike slipped his dick out of my ass. I felt
completely empty without his hard rod inside of me. I turned around just as
Mike was putting his dick back into his pants. He tucked in his shirt and
buckled his belt. I was also trying to make myself look presentable while
at the same time trying to catch my breath.
As I closed my pants Mike grabbed my tie and started to straighten it for
me. I did the same for him. For two guys who'd just fucked in the men's
room, I thought we looked pretty put together.
As he tightened the knot of my tie, Mike pulled me in close and kissed me
hard on the lips. His tongue pushed into my mouth and he pressed me against
the wall of the stall. We made out with each other for about thirty
seconds. During the kiss, Mike never let go of my tie, asserting his
dominance over me while we made out.
"Fuck, I'm hot for you." Mike said.
I wasn't sure how to respond. I almost said thanks, but decided against
it. It sounded stupid to me
"Make like we just ran into each other." Mike said as we walked out.
As we entered the main room, Mike laughed like I had just told him a
joke. He put his arm around me in a jocular way and whispered into my ear,
"Thanks for the fuck, Prof," then he pushed me away. We both made our way
back to our respective tables.
I sat down at my table, now full of various administrative types and the
Athletics Director. Stevens had seen me come out of the bathroom with Mike
and commented on how close I seemed to the players. I blushed. The
athletics director, slapped me on the shoulder and said, "Prof. G_ is one
of our biggest supporters. I don't think I could keep him away from our
guys if I tried."
He laughed a big, hearty laugh. I smiled as Mike's cum ran out of my
asshole.
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Next time: The team is eliminated from the tournament, and the Prof. is
called on to comfort Mike. If you've been hoping for more of an emotional
connection between the Prof and Mike, I'm planning to move in that
direction (and more sex of course).
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